As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before YHVH along with all the others. Before
each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles. An Angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt
squares together into a tapestry that is our life. But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how
ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part
of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in everyday life. I saw
hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there,
the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own
life and was disheartened. My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty,
like binding air.
Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny
of truth. The others rose, each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been.
My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.
My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn't had
all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of
illness, and death, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many
times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin
again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up
to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father in hopes that I would not melt within
my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me. And now, I had to face the truth. My
life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares
of my life to the light. An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at
me with wide eyes.
Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an
image, the face of Messiah. Then He stood before me with warmth and love in His eyes and said: "Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.
Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me
than there was of you."
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Yashua The Messiah to shine through.
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